Hello
I was first diagnosed in 2005 with breast cancer at the age of 36. I had two 5 cm lumps in my left breast and would need a mastectomy and the removal of some lymph nodes. I attended chemotherphy every 3 weeks for 6 months and completed 28 rounds of radiation which was given daily. I was given the all clear in July 2006 and started taken Tamoxifen daily.
At the regularly 3 monthly scan in 2008, a small spot about 1cm was found in T8 of my spine. Monthly Zometa was given intravenously for 24 months and the daily drug was changed to Femara.
Again, I was given the all clear in August 2010. I was living in Townsville @ this time and the treating oncologist believed that scans every three months was a bit excess and I as being treated in a Public Hospital I did not have any scans until I returned to Brisbane in January 2011.
Late 2010, I started to have some pain in my back. I put it down to old age as I was now 42 and it felt more like a muscular strain. I thought I was doing too much. I let my oncologist know about the pain when it got too much to handle and started to become a little hard to ignore and he suggested that scans would be a good idea, just to rule out the most obvious.
The results were not good. The cancer had spread to my liver and there was also another 8 spots in my spine. The ones that were causing the pain were 3 2 cms spots in my pelvis. So the circus started again.
I was given weekly chemo for 3 months to treat the cancer in the liver and the Zometa was changed to Bondronat. However, there was nothing more they could do for the cancer on the bone. Oxy-Contain was given for the pain. It started at 20mgs twice a day and is now at 120mgs twice a day. I was medical retired on 30th July this year as the pain has made it impossible to have a working life.
So now I am kinda stuck in limbo waiting for the cancer to get better or worst. I am also not sure if it getting worst is such a bad idea. Some days the pain rules the whole day and dictates what you can and can’t do. Sometimes all I can do is sleep all day in a hope to have some relief.
I am not even sure anymore if this is normal. I have a wonderful medical team, husband and family and a wide and varied support network but I don’t know how long this can go on. I spend all my time feeling like there is something missing, like I can’t breathe properly and with butterflies in my stomach. The journey has become very, very, very hard.